Disconnected and unaffected
Deflecting deflection from every direction
It’s the inflection in your voiceless choices
That have left me joyless
Recoiling from callus recoillessness
Going nowhere as we stare into the abyss of our existence
Unending repetitive unrepenting
Hiding behind venting as a one sided chiding
Dividing my mind
Into the awakened and the blind
Wounded gnashing teeth
Justified by their belief in their grief
Bravery no longer my slavery
A solitary tree
Hiding on the mountain top
In hopes that no one ever comes near again
My leaves harvested
My branches slaughtered
My trunk slain
I sit here resting and roosting
Boiled down to a nub with roots
And a bit of hope
The hope that one day
I can reach for the sky again
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